Ex-husband’s Regret

It was not that I didn't know about his heartlessness and decisiveness, but I never thought he would apply the same tactics to me.

A sourness surged to the tip of my nose. I turned my head, forcefully suppressing the grievance in my eyes, thinking of Aunt Laura's current situation. Despite tolerating things time after time, I eventually gave in, each word tinged with bitterness.

"Mr. Frost, someone in my family is ill and needs a VIP ward. Could you help arrange it?"

His expression instantly froze, his finger trembling slightly, his voice hoarse. "What did you call me?"

I squeezed my palms. "Mr. Frost, can you make the arrangements?"

This address seemed to anger him. His jaw tightened, and he coldly spat out three words. No, I can't."

"Charlotte..."

Jessica sipped water in small sips, innocently explaining, "I'm sorry, there are only three VIP wards in St. Heart Hospital. My mom occupies one all year round, I need one, and Ryan is worried and insisted I stay here. There's also one more, which a friend asked me to arrange today and will move in tomorrow..."

"Don't be angry. If you had mentioned it a bit earlier, I would have definitely given it to you."

"After all, you're Mrs. Frost, so these resources should definitely prioritize you."

It was as if she was reminding me, 'Charlotte, even if you are Mrs. Frost, what difference does. it make? You have no say at all.”

Before I could respond, she gently tugged on Ryan's sleeve, "Ryan, how about I move out first... I don't mind. There's no harm in switching to a normal ward, Charlotte's matter is more important." "You're right."

In Ryan's eyes now, I was already a heartless person. I might as well be heartless to the end, Aunt Laura has stomach cancer. If things go wrong, she might lose her life. It's much more urgent than your situation."

She hadn't expected me to not buy into this at all. She could only blink back tears, stand up to pack her things, and sob. "I... I'll move out now!"

"Charlotte!"

Of course, Ryan felt sorry for her. His face darkened. "You're not even hiding your true colors now?"

I sniffed. "What, you finally see me clearly now?"

It was my first time hearing that recovery after miscarriage required hospitalization, and such a big fuss, with medical staff surrounding the ward! A stranger would think that Jessica had some kind of critical illness.

Allowing Jessica to occupy a ward, in his eyes, made me seem pushy.

There were only three VIP wards in total, all taken by Jessica. Why didn't he accuse her of being selfish and self-serving?

Furrowing his brows, Ryan looked at Jessica, "What illness does your friend have? Let her stay in a regular ward first."

"Ryan!"

Tears streamed down Jessica's face in frustration as she spoke with indignation, "I've already promised her. If you do this, won't it be going back on my word? People in our circle will laugh at me because I can't even secure one ward!"

I calmly looked at Ryan. He glanced at me, his voice calm and ruthless.

"Wait a little longer. Her friend will only stay for a few days. After that, we can move your aunt

in."

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Faced with a choice between me and Jessica, he showed his usual decisiveness.

Actually, Aunt Laura didn't have to move in immediately, but Ryan's resolute stance and Jessica's implicit and explicit boasting made me unwilling to go along with their intentions!

I wanted to see if, once Grandpa was gone, all of the Frost family's resources would revolve around Jessica.

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